Violet Musselburgh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme paint this pic—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ body for cash, nah. It’s deeper, like in *Boyhood* when Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s that hustle, that grind, that sellout vibe we all dodge—or don’t. I seen it, fam—girls in the 6ix, tradin’ dignity for a quick stack. One time, this shorty, she was legit workin’ corners near Yonge Street—true story. Cops knew her by name, swear. Ain’t no glamour, just cold nights and fake smiles. Made me mad as hell—system’s trash, yo.

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“Light-fingered, lousy thief whore. I've seen your grisly piteous port;. rank and reekin, plooky pultre, hingin mince.” A few younger men in the crowd giggle.

Then, I hit the roundabout at the top of the town. You know the one, where the traffic’s always a mess? I’m tryin’ to navigate my way through, and this bloke in a tiny car cuts me off. I mean, come on! You think you can just zip in front of a tractor? I honk my horn, and he gives me the finger. Classic Musselburgh, right? I’m fumin’ but also laughin’ at the absurdity of it all.

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